I was lonely, I was upset.
I was the girl on the side always depressed.
Made some friends, none really cared.
Most boys despised me, just gave me a snare.
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My pale skin, and blue eyes.
Ripped jeans, and ankle highs.
Some say I was pretty, others said not.
But there was one guy, and he took the shot.
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You know how he started?
You know how he played?
All it took was one word,
and that word was,
hey. /x/
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Embracing Words // Poems
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